"What?" Coco blinked owlishly and stared at Quizen.
The angry mediator looked bashful all of a sudden, his face still carrying the signs of anger, but his energy suddenly different, and his earlier anger seemingly forgotten.
He looked away from the woman before him who had a puzzled look on her face, his cheeks tinged with a light blush, a hint of shyness creeping in.
Quizen did not expect her to leave the man she was with and go to him instead because leaving the man alone on the table and ultimately choosing him over that unnamed man— her unexpected action was making him flustered.
He looked away, his gaze darting around the room, avoiding looking at her directly.
He felt awkward and embarrassed like he was caught red-handed, a feeling he was unaccustomed to, and he had no idea how to react.
